Prey

PREY PART II KING’S MEN MC BOOK TWO V.T. DO Copyright © 2023 by V.T. Do All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. CONTENT & TRIGGER WARNINGS This is a dark romance, and some readers may find it triggering. Trigger Warning includes: Dub-con Unprotected sex Stalking Voyeurism Violence CONTENTS 1. Ryleigh 2. Roman 3. Ryleigh 4. Roman 5. Ryleigh 6. Roman 7. Ryleigh 8. Roman 9. Ryleigh 10. Ryleigh 11. Roman 12. Ryleigh 13. Roman 14. Ryleigh 15. Roman 16. Ryleigh 17. Ryleigh 18. Roman 19. Ryleigh 20. Ryleigh 21. Ryleigh 22. Roman 23. Ryleigh 24. Ryleigh 25. Roman 26. Roman 27. Ryleigh 28. Roman 29. Ryleigh 30. Roman Epilogue 1 RYLEIGH I woke up to silence. I didn’t think I had ever sensed a silence so profound. My eyelids felt heavy, as if there was something placed on top of them to keep me from opening my eyes, and my limbs felt as weak as a newborn kitten. What happened? I let out a small groan and twisted my body to the side of the bed, trying to think back to the last thing I remembered and coming up blank. What the hell had I been doing? Did I drink last night? Something pushed into my mind, something important. There was something I was supposed to… do? Remember? I couldn’t quite get a grasp on it. The memories started to connect slowly, but it took my brain a second longer to make sense of it all. I was— Fuck, fuck, fuck. Where the hell am I? Sweat coated my skin, and I flung off the blanket that had been thrown over me. I was barefoot and still in the same clothes I had been before… A pounding headache took hold. From the fucking drug. Xavier—Roman Stone—had drugged me, then brought me back to this… I looked around, confusion clouding my vision. What the fuck? I was in a cabin. His killer cabin? Shivers ran up and down the skin on my back. I felt both hot and cold at the same time. Was this where he took his victims, right before he killed them? Tears stung my eyes. If I wasn’t in love with him, I was at least halfway there, and it turned out to be nothing more than a fucking lie. All of it. Every word spoken, every touch shared between us. Nothing more than a stupid lie that I was stupid enough to fall for. I shook my head. I didn’t have time for self-pity. I was alone now, but I didn’t know how much longer that would be the case. Creeping out of bed, I quietly made my way out of the room. The view from the windows showed I was surrounded by nothing but trees. He took me to the woods. Oh, God. I thought I was going to be sick. I quickly pushed it down. I didn’t have time to be sick. There was no time to panic, even if I could feel it boiling beneath the surface of my skin and clouding my vision. Don’t. Panic. I came to a small and cozy living room, and I almost cried out loud when I saw the front door just several feet away. I tried the doorknob, but it didn’t budge. Fuck. Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. I tried it again and again and again, even though I knew how futile it was. Tears of frustration stung my eyes, and I shook my head. This couldn’t possibly be happening to me. How could this be happening to me? I moved away from the door and tried the closest window. It was stuck. Probably nailed shut, for all I knew. In my angry, panicked haze, I didn’t think as I grabbed a nearby chair and, with a shout, threw it against the glass with all my strength, only to duck straight down in fright when the chair bounced back toward me. It narrowly missed me as it fell to the ground, the wooden leg splintering a bit. I stared at it with wide eyes before turning my gaze back to the window. Not even a crack. What the hell? The doorknob turned then, and I didn’t have time to run and hide. I stood, feet frozen to the floor, as the door opened, revealing a rough-looking, big man. A man who had seemed like nothing more than my very own gentle giant just weeks before. That wasn’t the case now. I swallowed and took a step back. His eyes narrowed on the move. Fear took hold, making it hard to breathe, and it didn’t help that he had been silent the whole time he stood there watching me with an impassive face. He was such a good actor. I had myself convinced the soft look he had shot my way was reserved solely for me. I was fucking wrong. There was nothing soft about the man, not even an ounce. I knew that now. He knew I was the witness in that alleyway. He knew I was the one who had sent him to prison for the last two years. He knew all along. I didn’t know how he found out, but he knew, and I was scared shitless. I took in a deep breath, trying to will away the tremble in my bottom lip. I took a hard swallow, ignoring the huge lump lodged in the middle of my throat. My eyes stung, and I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I was without my voice. However, I must have made a noise, and that seemed to push him out of his reverie. He came inside and shut the door behind him, the slam hitting me with its finality. I didn’t know why, but